Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Georgia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.